The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

She knelt on her flying sword and started "Dangdangdang~"

It was the first time Ruifeng had seen such an unpretentious way of connecting with ancestors.

Compared with the dazzling array of ritual instruments and various blessings, the rhythmic sound of kowtows has a refreshing feel.

The master came close to Ruifeng and whispered, "The sound of her flying sword is clear, but the echo is not long enough. This shows that the material is too hard, but the toughness is not enough..."

Ruifeng was speechless as he looked at his master who was wearing the lingli armor. How could his master have heard the deficiency in the materials of the other person's flying sword?

The immortal kowtowed very quickly, and in a short while he finished kowtowed 300 times.

She wiped the dust off her forehead.

"We have kowtowed to our ancestors three hundred times. We will continue kowtow tomorrow..."

Then she came over while riding on her flying sword and rolling up the painting.

"Fellow Daoist, you are quite knowledgeable about refining equipment. Can you give me some advice on what materials should I add to my treasure?"

Before the Grandmaster answered, everyone heard a voice coming from the scroll in Zhou Qi's hand.

"You cut corners on the kowtow today. You are still two short of 300. How can you kowtow to your ancestors and still falsify the number..."

Female cultivator Zhou Qi was stunned for a moment, then she unfolded the scroll and looked at the portrait of her master.

The female nun in green in the portrait kept opening and closing her mouth.

"I have always taught you to be an honest person like me, your master... As the saying goes... do not deceive yourself, do not deceive others, and do not deceive God."

The female cultivator Zhou Qi's eyes began to become distracted, and her mind began to wander.

The surrounding monks announced that they had failed to contact their ancestors and surrounded Zhou Qi.

"Is it really the Lingkong Patriarch of the Sword Pavilion? My master's great master has a handwritten note that says that Lingkong Patriarch is of noble character and appearance, like a flower on a mountain top, cold and reserved..."

Cool and reserved? Can this non-stop chattering be considered cool and reserved?

There seems to be a delay in the connection between the Lingkong Patriarch in the portrait and this side.

I just found out that there are so many monks around.

"Didn't you say you just became a human immortal? Why are there so many people around you? How come you can form a group to overcome the tribulation~"

Zhou Qi wiped his face and said, "Master, don't kowtow so much. I will make it up to you later. You can give me more back or less.

I just want to ask, where are you now, Grandmaster? I haven't seen any channel to guide you here, so I'm going to fly to find you myself."

"I'm in the Xuanling Realm. The Diling Realm has been destroyed. Of the six middle thousand worlds, only the Xuanling Realm is still OK. Can you fly over here? It's too far. It took me more than ten years to fly from the Diling Realm to the Xuanling Realm.

Since you have already been able to ascend, it means that your constraints are not too great. You should wait for me to open a small one-time private channel to guide you.

Because it takes longer to apply to the Human Cultivation Alliance to open a new public access channel, it will take at least a hundred years."

"Master, how long does it take to open a one-time channel?"

"It depends on how long it takes me to save enough money to open a one-time access channel."

Female cultivator Zhou Qi looked at her master suspiciously, "All our sword cultivators' money has been spent on swords. Master, do you have any extra money? How much does it cost to open a one-time receiving channel?"

Grandmaster Lingkong counted on his fingers, "Hmm... it will cost about 180,000 immortal crystals."

"How much do you need?"

"It's about 178,800 Immortal Crystals short," Lingkong Patriarch said a little embarrassedly.

It turned out that during the thousand years since he lost contact, Lingkong Patriarch had only saved up 1,200 immortal crystals, an average of one per year.

It would take more than ten years to collect 180,000 immortal crystals, and the people of Luoyun Sect could not wait for such a long time.

Ruifeng quickly leaned forward and asked, "Excuse me, Elder Lingkong, how do we get to the Xuanling Realm? We can't find the way in the void. We can use the Boundary Breaking Shuttle, which will be faster."

"You have a world-breaking shuttle, that's fine. Although we may encounter a giant void beast, it will probably take less than half a year.

But why does your dress look so familiar? It has a blue base and white moire pattern.

Lao Bai, Lao Bai, look, there is a Jindan-stage kid wearing the same robes as you."

There is a middle-aged man in the painting.

"Master!" The people of Leiyang Town, Ruifeng's master, screamed.

The man opposite looked at Lei Yang carefully and pondered for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist, who are you?"

Master Lei Yang was anxious and took off his helmet.

"I, Lei Yang, your most beloved disciple!"

The middle-aged man opposite forgot to cover up his tattered clothes and said in surprise,

"Lei Yang? Are you Lei Yang?"

Is Lei Yang already this old? The middle-aged man opposite felt that he might still be able to send his apprentice away.

Here is a lively family recognition ceremony.

The Lingkong Patriarch of Jiange was pushed aside and suddenly remembered his only son.

"Zhou Qi, you little bastard, you just said that if you kowtow, you will get more back and less back?

I almost got fooled by you. What? If you kowtow to me too much, I have to make up for it. I will kowtow to you three more times?"

The voice was so loud that it silenced the voices of everyone in Luoyun Sect.

Ruifeng quickly changed the subject, "Luoyun Sect is willing to take everyone on a journey..."

Although everyone wanted to go to the Xuanling Realm, they were only human immortals after overcoming the tribulation. They had not contacted the sect master and did not know the situation in the Xuanling Realm.

The life span of human immortals is also thousands of years. They are willing to wait for a hundred years, so that they can ascend to the Xuanling Realm through a safe channel.

So in the end, only Zhou Qi and Luo Yunzong left together.

Along the way, Ruifeng did not participate in cutting the black chain net.

With the armor and swords that just restrained the black chains, the master and uncle cooperated tacitly and quickly cut the entire net. Ruifeng was only responsible for hiding from everyone in the separate compartment of the Breaking World Shuttle and uploading the chain net to the system shelf.

In just over ten days, more than ten small worlds were liberated.

"Thanks to you for the special beast materials. They are probably at the level of ancient mythical beasts. If it weren't for the carp scales, we would have been trapped in the void long ago."

The Muguo plane is very high, and there are more than a dozen beasts of the same level as the lingli and the phoenix. According to the judgment standards of the Ruifeng plane, they are probably really divine beasts. After all, they can even contend with the chains containing the power of the plane.

However, Ruifeng alone does not have the ability to completely destroy the chains. After the chains are cut, they will still merge back into the world, and it will not be so easy to save these small worlds.

But it just so happens that Tutu's all can eat up the black chain, which means that the black chain cannot be replenished and can only be consumed continuously.

Tutu's stomach is full these days.

I jump up and down in the system interface every day just to digest it quickly.

"Rui Feng, how many small worlds do you have there? Is it really three thousand small worlds?"

"Almost. However, we can only save the small worlds along the way. We don't have much time to waste."

Three months had passed since they found the Xuanling Realm. During this period, Tutu's blue circle had eaten the black chains of more than a hundred worlds.

The entire blue circle became shiny and glossy, and in comparison, it was nearly twice as fat as Ruifeng's system circle.

"Tongtong, are you sure there are no three highs in the system world?"

Not only are they fat, but they are also taller than Ruifeng's system circles, and they look a bit like oval circles.

All of them squeezed out a few blue tears in disbelief,

"You think I'm fat? (?_?)"